rhyme's not for me

i fret and i fume

and feel out of tune,

and against all my efforts

fate seems immune.

i fall and i rise

for i am unstoppable

...

nah,

rhyme is not for me

it just doesn't have soul,

when telling it as it is,

is actually my goal.

i let you know how i feel

as i lay myself bare,

and if it doesn't fit into a metre

i really don't care.